The liveliness of the Song family hurt Zhou Qiuyan's eyes, and Zhang Chunlan's kindness and tenderness towards Song Niannian pierced her heart with a sharp knife, something she had never felt from Kong Erniang in her life.
Finally, Zhou Qiuyan couldn't stay any longer and hurriedly left the embroidery workshop without even saying hello.
But Zhang Xiaomei said strangely: "This girl is not from the embroidery workshop? Why did she run away without saying a word?"
Seeing Zhou Qiuyan's fleeing figure, Song Xixi's lips curled up: "It's not an important person, so just leave."
Zhang Xiaomei didn't pay attention and began to look at the small embroidery workshop.
Seeing the exquisite embroidery on the table, I couldn't help but marvel at Qingyin's skills. I was even more proud that my second granddaughter had such a master.
The Song family are all well-behaved people and did not touch anything in the embroidery workshop.
It was Huang Qiuyun who particularly liked a fan with hundreds of butterflies and flowers interspersed with flowers. He wanted to buy it and take it home to enjoy it slowly, but he was embarrassed to say so because he was worried that Qingyin would sell it to her at a loss for Song Niannian's sake.
Unexpectedly, Qingyin noticed her love for the fan and took it off the table and gave it to her: "It's no wonder it has been displayed here for several years to be loved by Second Aunt Nian Nian."
This fan is used as a sample. It is normal for it to be placed on the countertop for a few years. It does not mean that no one wants to buy it.
Huang Qiuyun didn't know this, and thought that the world had no discernment, so he waved his hands and refused: "I can't do it, I can't do it. Master Qing embroidered it stitch by stitch for countless days and nights. How can I get it for nothing?"
Qingyin said nonchalantly: "It's just an old thing. If it can't be sold, it's not appropriate to keep it here. It's okay if my second aunt doesn't dislike it every year."
Speaking of this, Huang Qiuyun didn't want to accept it, so he took the fan and thanked Qingyin again and again.
After this incident, no matter how much they loved the embroidery, no one dared to express it, fearing that Qingyin would disagree and take it off and give it to them.
After that, Zhang Chunlan tactfully proposed to Qingyin that she would take Song Niannian to rest outside for a night. Qingyin also happily agreed, but told Song Niannian not to be lazy. Tomorrow she would take a personal test on what she had learned recently in school. If she couldn't answer, "Yes"
To be punished.
Song Niannian felt pain in his heart and responded with a hurried expression. After being teased by Zhang Chunlan, he happily followed the others to the house in Wutong Lane as if nothing was wrong.
In the yard, Ya'er was wearing thin clothes and was digging in the ground with a hoe. No part of her body was clean.
Suddenly she heard a knock on the door, and her heart tightened. She hurriedly picked up the clothes on the chair and put them on. She ran to the door and asked in a low voice: "Who is it?"
A teenage girl guarded an empty house. Even though the neighbors were very friendly and there had never been any serious crimes, she did not dare to open the door.
In the past few days since she moved in, as long as she didn't go out, the door would be bolted from the inside.
Hearing Ya'er's voice trembling, Song Xixi said, "It's me, open the door."
The girl is here!
Ya'er's eyes lit up and she hurriedly opened the wooden latch.
Seeing a group of people standing behind Song Xixi, she was slightly frightened and quickly stepped aside: "Girl, old man."
After entering the Song family's house, her name for Song Wufu changed from "Grandpa Song" to "Old Master", and she completely regarded herself as a maid of the Song family, regardless of whether the Song family bought her or not.
"I've told you so many times, just call me 'Grandpa Song'."
Song Wufu shook his head helplessly, but he had nothing to do with this stubborn little girl. He pointed at Zhang Xiaomei and others and introduced her one by one: "This is Xixi's grandma, and this is Xixi's eldest uncle, second uncle, aunt and second wife. From now on,
They come here to settle down, don’t be afraid if you see them.”
Ya'er quickly saluted: "Hello, old lady, hello, eldest master, eldest wife, hello second master, second wife!"
After living for decades, this was the first time that everyone was called like this. Everyone felt extremely uncomfortable as if there were ants crawling on their bodies, and they all corrected Ya'er's name and told her not to call her like that.
However, Ya'er promised well and shouted out the same thing as before, leaving everyone looking as helpless as Song Wufu.
Walking around the screen wall and walking into the yard, Song Xixi saw the messy ground at a glance: "Ya'er, you did all this? What are you doing in the yard?"
Ya'er's face showed a bit of shyness: "That day, the slave girl heard that the girl was going to plant vegetables in the yard, so she bought a hoe and lifted half of the bluestone slab. In two days, the garden will be dug and vegetables can be planted."
Song Xixi didn't expect that this silly girl would listen to her casual words, and even work hard to open up the heavy bluestone slabs.
Facing Ya'er's expectant and nervous face, he had mixed feelings for a moment and then softened his tone: "You did a good job, but you are young and lack of strength. It is easy to hurt yourself by turning over the bluestone like this. You can't take such risks again in the future."
Ya'er stared at her blankly, her eyes suddenly turned red: "Girl, girl, wuwu..."
Song Xixi was dumbfounded. She didn't understand how her simple words could make people cry. Could it be that the way she spoke was too scary?
Looking at her helpless niece, Zhang Chunlan couldn't help but want to laugh, and stepped forward to help her out: "Good girl, please stop crying. If you continue crying, Xixi will cry with you."
Song Xixi was speechless: The crying body constitution inherited from the original owner has improved a lot after being restrained day after day. She can't cry because of others crying, okay?
It’s not like a newborn baby!
Ya'er believed it, and hurriedly wiped away her tears and explained to Song Xixi: "Gu, girl, I am so touched. Ever since my relatives passed away one after another, no one has cared about me like this girl..."
When her uncle was alive, he did not treat her badly, but only in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. The occasional words of concern were more like daily greetings, and he did not really ask whether she was doing well in the Zou family, let alone others.
But she didn't care about this. She was very grateful to her uncle for having a shelter where she could grow up safely.
Seeing Ya'er who lacked love so much, Song Xixi couldn't help but think of herself in her previous life, and her attitude towards Ya'er became a little softer: "As long as you stay here for one day, I will protect you for one day. Don't worry about the past."
Think about it again."
Ya'er knew that shedding tears easily could annoy people, so she suppressed her tears and kept nodding: "Girl, thank you, I'll take note of this!"
The yard was in such a mess that Song Xixi didn't bother to rest. While it was still dark, she piled pieces of heavy bluestone aside to make a fence for the vegetable garden to prevent the soil from splashing outside on rainy days.
Others were not idle either. They went to the neighbor's house next door and borrowed shovels, hoes and other tools to dig out Ya'er's unfinished vegetable garden. Then they would transport some fertile soil from outside to fill it in and start planting vegetables.